::MsRobyn hears a strange sound coming from the back office. She opens the door to find happy fuzzy bunny fur all over the place. She backs off and closes the door behind herself::
Krunk, if you can pass the “interview” the job is yours.
Mr. Zappo, I have passed on your instructions to our ad director. Please expect a call shortly.
Robin
Pass? Pshaw. I expect to set the standard by which all future interviews are judged. Schoolchildren will read about this interview in history books.
(Okay, then again, maybe they shouldn’t.)
Humiliated? Sugar, why didn’t you say so? I’ll humiliate you for free. And you’ll like it too. [sub]See? I’ve got that Jennifer thing down![/sub]
Hey MsRobyn, if we play Rossini’s Barber of Seville, we can sing along with the Rabbit of Seville! 
Can I be the Evil Station Manager?
I have lots of management experience, my writing is barely legible and I can be moody on Mondays. Pretty much all the necessary critria for management.
Oh yeah, and generally, I’m a super nice guy!
Is anyone else getting a visual of Mary Gross as Alfalfa on SNL?
Robin
Many thanks, madame.
Ruggles!
Ruggles?
RUGGLES!
Remove these happy fuzzy creatures from my trousers immediately. And bring a can of unguent while you’re at it. These damned animals have nicked the prosthesis and scratched hell out of my stomach.
No, I don’t care what you do with them. Give them to the servants so they can roast them for their supper. I don’t care.
Hmmm. . .well, now that you mention it, it did feel rather. . .er. . .ah. . .interesting. I’ve not felt this way since the vanadium market crashed in '58.
Gaithersford, track down this tiggeril person. I think I may have found someone to replace Ms. Featherston here. . .
I’m so sorry. I didn’t notice in your OP that Cecil already had the job.
I guess I’ll be the Janitor then. Close enough.